Chapter 18： On the journey, the first battle of Locke Park

Time is a key, it can answer all questions.

The spring of 2003 came a little earlier than ever, and the spring in Harlem was as usual, with the inherent chill of spring, but that didn't stop the enthusiasm of basketball players.

The camera zooms in, and every street corner in Harlem can see enthusiastic and idle people venting their excess energy on the basketball court.

Cross the dilapidated streets of Harlem, New York, turn right from 156th Street and enter 155th Street. The old site of the Polo Baseball Stadium is there. It used to be a baseball holy place, but over time, a fire burned the stadium, and now it stands here. With a 17-story "Slum House", you can guess people call it "Polo Stadium Apartments".

The terrace on the top of the apartment building was empty, save for clotheslines and TV antennas cluttered.

Looking down from this former baseball sanctuary, you can see an asphalt basketball court painted in red and green paint, and some empty beer bottles in brown kraft paper bags are nowhere to be seen under the pale street lights.

That's right, this is New York, no, it's the streetball mecca of the whole United States, Locke Park!

It's four o'clock in the afternoon, which is the busiest time of the day. There are all kinds of people around the stadium. Some of them come from the next street, some from Brooklyn, and some people. Even made a special trip from the next state, or even a different country to make a pilgrimage.

The hood of a car parked on the side of the court is the best side seat, the bridge on 155th Street is the second-floor box, and the rooftops of the high-rise buildings around the park are cheap seats.

At this time, they kept cheering, and from the restless appearance of the crowd on the sidelines, you knew that there was an inspiring confrontation going on on the court at this time.

The most eye-catching person on the court is undoubtedly a white man, who is particularly eye-catching among black people. It stands to reason that even in the new century, white people are still a disadvantaged group on the street, but unexpectedly, this white man got The most cheers and screams.

I saw that he easily used BaselineBehindTheBack to overturn the opponent, dribbled the ball behind the inside line to pass another person, and then made a light layup to win the full house. At the same time, he also ended the game.

This is his 18th game winning streak on this golf course. He has not lost a single game since he logged in at Rock Park in November last year.

"Grayson!" "Grayson!" "Grayson!"

With the cheers of his name, Grayson smiled and waved before walking off the court, sitting aside and waiting for his next opponent.

At the same time, a brand new player was welcomed at the entrance of Locke Park...

After watching the match just now, two black brothers, one big and one small, were walking towards the door with their shoulders shoulder to shoulder.

"Hey, I knew that guy Grayson Boucher could win. He is an outlier among white people. You have to believe it, haha, 200, 200, don't renege on your debt!" Da Hei.

Xiao Hei's face was unhappy: "SHIT! Here, I won't default on my debt, but now Locke Park has been conquered by a white man, and now I hope that a person can stand up to defeat him and put an end to his arrogance. arrogance!"

"What can be done about this, Alston has left the street, and there are several other people who haven't come out, hot sauce, silk? They won't come back now, relying on the gang of people on the street now, maybe only the spoilers have a chance Let's go." Da Hei said while counting the money, and it could be seen that he was also a veteran of the street, and he was familiar with streetball celebrities.

"That's right, SHIT, then I'll wait and see how long he can be arrogant..." The decadent little black headed out, maybe because he was too short, he found himself bumping into someone...

"Be careful little guy."

Xiao Hei looked up and saw a face that was darker than his complexion...

"Bro, Destroyer!" Xiao Hei shouted excitedly.

"okok, it's me, calm down, I won't sign for you." The saboteur in Xiao Hei's mouth lowered his head and said with a smile.

"Okay buddy, don't skin anymore."

"This is Locke Park. It's really broken."

The spoiler who was about to say something was interrupted by a yellow man behind him, and contrary to Xiao Hei's expectations, the crazy spoiler on the court immediately put on a smiley face, turned his head and said, "Yes, boss, this is. It's your first time here, let me show you around."

While talking, he took the lead and walked in. In Xiao Hei's eyes, how could he look like... a dog's leg!

"WTF! This is Bro, Destroyer..." Xiao Hei looked dumbfounded, and at the same time his eyes were fixed on the yellow-skinned man...

"Who is this guy..." Xiao Hei looked confused, and then he was slapped on the back of his head.

Snapped!

"You don't care who he is! Hurry up, you won't go to the game hall, hurry back, there must be a good show to watch!" Da Hei turned his head and ran away.

"Oh oh oh! That's right!" Xiao Hei hurriedly followed, but he wanted to see if it was the gods there who could make the destroyer look like a dog's leg.

Well, no doubt, this group of people is naturally Zuo Li and Jerry, and Tom, who was ignored by Da Hei.

And what they call the spoiler is the 22-year-old Jerry. Jerry, who logged in at Locke Park 4 years ago, is already well-known here. With a height of 190, and his excellent personal skills, he will soon be in Locke Park. Park stood his ground and earned the nickname 'The Breaker' here because of his penchant for blowing the frame with both hands after passing opponents.

Don't think it's just a nickname. In Locke Park, being able to have a nickname of your own is the lifelong dream of many streetball players.

It took Jerry four years to get this honor, which is enough to show his current strength, at least it is justified in the hands of the streetballs here.

As for Tom, he is two years younger than Jerry, and he also logged in at Locke Park four years ago, but he is not very famous. This may be related to his style of play and height. At 182cm, he is a rare pitcher on the street. He shoots three-pointers well, and he is very confident in the middle distance. His personal skills are very simple. When he can pass, he rarely does it alone. Simply put, Tom is not like a streetball player. After all, streetball players are very average in defense, and they are very useful in the middle distance, but this style of play is also destined to make it difficult for him to be famous on the street court where he likes coquettish play, but Tom himself doesn't care.

As for Zuo Li, this is the first time he has come to Locke Park in 5 years since he passed through.

And the reason why he didn't come here...

While they were talking, the three of them had already walked near the main stadium, and their group quickly attracted the attention of the crowd around the stadium.

At this moment, Grayson Boucher, who had rested for a while, was ready for his second match of the day.

"Hey, white boy, let's be your opponents!" Jerry stood up and said.